His lactating lover

07

I had tried calling Michael Liu several times, but he didn't answer any of my calls, which made me worry even more.

I remembered that Michael Liu had left with a large truck, so why couldn't I reach him by phone? Since he left, I had become bloated because I had gotten used to giving him everything every day.

If I hadn't secretly squeezed out some each day, I would have overflowed by now. But whenever I squeezed, I felt reluctant, thinking it was a waste.

There were already several bottles frozen in the refrigerator. If Michael Liu didn't come back soon, they would spoil.

One day, while I was at work, I became extremely excited thinking about Michael Liu, especially the way he looked when he left.

Suddenly, I felt a surge in my chest, and I knew I had to find a place to relieve myself quickly. I chose a nearby abandoned warehouse. Just as I stood at the door, I heard a stern voice.

"Emily Yang, what are you doing?"

I looked up and saw that it was Mr. Zhao, which made me feel relieved.

"Mr. Zhao, can you please keep an eye on the door for me? I need to handle something urgent inside. I'll be out soon, and please don't let anyone in."

Mr. Zhao looked very kind and immediately agreed to help.

I thought he must have guessed my predicament, either from what Michael Liu had told him or from his own observations.

After all, Michael Liu had drunk from the bottles in front of him several times.

I hid in a corner of the warehouse and skillfully squeezed out the excess, feeling heartache as I did so, thinking about how much Michael Liu needed it right now.

Once I was comfortable again, I straightened my clothes and walked out. Mr. Zhao was still standing guard outside.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao. Do you know when Michael Liu will be back?"

Mr. Zhao smiled at me.

"How could you not miss him, girl? Don't worry, he should be back in a day or two."

My face flushed red, and I wanted to deny it but ended up nodding instead. I thanked Mr. Zhao again and asked him to keep our encounter a secret.

He reassured me that he wasn't the type to gossip and mentioned that Michael Liu had asked him to take care of me before he left.

Mr. Zhao then handed me a bag of snacks, saying that Michael Liu had asked him to buy them for me.

I was touched by Michael Liu's thoughtfulness and tried to refuse the snacks, but Mr. Zhao insisted I take them.

As we were talking, a shadow quickly ran past us. I panicked for a moment.

"Mr. Zhao, who was that? I hope they didn't misunderstand us again."

Mr. Zhao hadn't seen clearly either and decided not to linger.

He left, reassuring me that we had nothing to fear if we were innocent.

However, the next day, rumors about me started circulating around the factory again.

“Did you hear about the big-breasted girl in our factory? She’s got a thing with Mr. Zhao from the security team.”

“That can’t be true. I heard it was Michael Liu.”

“Well, it’s true. Someone saw them with their own eyes.”

“Oh my goodness, how shameless! Michael Liu is at least handsome and muscular, but Mr. Zhao is over 50 years old. How could she do that?”

The women’s gossip grew more and more vulgar, and I couldn't stand it any longer.

“What are you talking about?”

I burst out, glaring at the women.

“We’re just telling the truth,” one woman said haughtily.

“The truth? You have any evidence to prove what you’re saying about me?”

“Evidence? You want evidence? Fine, I’ll give you some. Yesterday, you were with Mr. Zhao in the warehouse, right? We all saw it. The warehouse floor was covered in white, sticky stuff. What else could that be?”

“Exactly. Emily Yang, you might as well admit it. When Samantha Ye hooks up with a man, at least she picks someone like Peter Dong, who gives her a gold chain from time to time. But you? Tsk, tsk, what a disgrace.”

I was furious, trembling all over.

I couldn't think of anything to say in my defense. I certainly couldn't tell them I had been in the warehouse to express extra milk.

That would be almost as bad as admitting I had been with Mr. Zhao.

I knew who was behind this: Samantha Ye. She had already ensnared Peter Dong, but she still wouldn't leave me alone. She wanted to force me out of the factory.

I decided I couldn't sit idly by any longer. I confronted Samantha Ye.

“Samantha Ye, stop right there!”

I called out to her.

“What do you want, Emily Yang?” Samantha Ye asked hostilely.

“Why are you slandering me?”

“Slandering you? You were the one who was in the warehouse with Mr. Zhao. If you didn’t want people to know, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place. I didn’t see anything myself; I just heard about it from others. Am I supposed to pretend it’s not true?”

My fists clenched.

“Samantha Ye, don’t push me too far. If you keep this up, I’ll go to Peter Dong tomorrow and tell him about your past behavior. Do you think he’ll still want you after that?”

Samantha Ye's face turned pale. She was afraid of losing Peter Dong and her job in the workshop. Her tone softened.

“Emily Yang, don’t be angry. I really didn’t spread those rumors about you. It won’t do me any good, will it? Maybe someone else saw you two and started the gossip.”

I was confused. Samantha Ye wasn’t exactly smart or cunning. Could it really have been someone else?

“I promise, from now on, we’ll each mind our own business. You live your life, and I’ll live mine. Is that good enough for you?”

“I swear, I didn’t say anything.”

I sighed, feeling a weight on my chest. I returned to my dormitory, aware of everyone’s pointing fingers and whispers. I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.

That night, after everyone had left, I went to the public bathroom. Samantha Ye was just leaving when I arrived. We ignored each other.

After she left, I was alone in the bathroom. I expressed some extra milk, thinking about Michael Liu and hoping he would return soon.

Without him, every moment in the factory felt like torture.

When I left the bathroom, it was eerily silent. I suddenly felt panicked and ran as fast as I could toward my dormitory. But just as I started running, a black figure emerged from the shadows.